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Butterfly
I lived in a cocoon, where light was dim.
My worth was only a wealth to others.
So much giving unmatched to little receiving.
My soul grew heavy, my heart withered.
Scathed I began to unwind.
I landed as a pile of broken pieces.
Gathering only those posessing great strength.
I built myself anew.
My soul now glows with blinding light.
My worth shines as priceless.
I cannot be captured nor tamed.
My flight is a manifestation of what nourishes my soul.
The moon lights my wings as I soar.
